I counted the ticket rail on a busy Saturday and hit 214 covers by myself on the saute station
Two Saturdays ago we got slammed at the restaurant on Halsey Street, and around 9pm I looked up and the ticket rail was wrapped all the way around the pass. I started counting stubs on my break just out of curiosity and it came to 214 covers off my station alone by close. For context, our normal Saturday on saute is maybe 140 if the dining room fills. I didn't really clock it in the moment because you just keep moving, but when I sat down with a water after service my hands were shaking and I had that weird ringing feeling in my ears. What got me was realizing I never once looked at the clock the whole night, which never happens. The weird part is it didn't feel like my best service, it just felt like survival mode with a rhythm. My chef said the last person who ran that station solo on a night like that quit the following week. Curious if anyone else tracks their cover counts on solo station nights, or if I'm just being dramatic about a number.
Man, that quits the following week thing is no joke though. I've watched it happen twice at my old spot, and both times it was the person who was "fine" right up until they weren't. The scary part is exactly what you said, that it didn't feel like your best night, because survival mode means you weren't cooking, you were just keeping the rail from winning. Then you sit down and your hands shake and the ears ring and you start doing math on how many tickets that actually was per hour, and that's when it hits you. A normal Saturday is 140, you did 214 solo, that's not being dramatic about a number, that's your body telling you it noticed even if your brain was on autopilot. The chef saying that out loud to you was probably his way of checking on you without checking on you, if you know what I mean.